Jock Spank – Male Spanking

Raised in the mercilessly-macho-meaty manner of a military family, where virility stands for virtue and a firmly-functional phallus for a fellow’s fine fitness, Radek is used to relax and regularly seek relief from rough-times ‘rubbing rubber-free’ rapidly, riding-up rod-rigidity (red-raw rod-ravaged rascal-rears regularly requiring repeated relaxed-rigid-rod-relief under the ruthless rascal-rears-red-raw-ravaging regime) and did so here again abundantly, having suffered surprisingly-stiff scarlet-stripes-servings with the senior-school-cane and sally-switches-birch for strange misunderstandings over currency conversion and phrasing in his college-fee-paperwork, clearly fucked-up in father’s office but(t) financial-fear-frustration-vented by full-force-flailing the fledgling’s frockless fanny, which far-from-fair-fury felt as fatally fated to the fatalistic fighter as the forces’ and family’s fucking ‘fearsome inspection custom’ of flogging down the ranks, first the inspecting officer (often CO himself) or dignitary wielding his riding crop on the faulty unit officers’ arses fully-uniformed, then their crops crimson-cuts-cross the NCOs’ boxers trousers-on-ankles, next their pace-sticks fanny-flail all lowers ranks all-on-ankles and cadets in the buff, finally the individual fuckups run the gauntlet with their pre-flogged comrades wielding freshly-cut switches.
Given a long letter from college for senior Sir to sign loco parentis, insisting to ‘keep Radek financially in line’, as the fee-settlement means Teodor gets sufficient funds on a House account to manage protocol-conform, assisted by (actually delegated) Matthew, whom Radek therefore considers his ‘XO and paymaster’, the respectfully rear-reddening-repeat-ready, ravishing ‘rascal’ rather expected Sir to pass on a painfully-plenty preventive posterior-punishment-sample on Matthew, probably descending to all other Seniors as his presumed subalternates, giving him ample time to relax rod-rubbing till it would all culminate ‘back’ on his abject arse, as always and appropriately ‘reminding him of his puerile permanently-posterior-punishable place’.
Still wondering while it took so long till he heard his boy-betters bawling and bellowing being bare-butt-beaten black, blue and blistered before his own ongoing-obediently-offered-orbs-ordeal of top-terrible trouserless-teen-tail-thornily-tender-tanning-torment-thrashings-turn, the last thing Radek expected was for senior Sir in person to burst in straight after checking present proper payments protocol with Matthew, carrying soothing creme for innocently-caned Radek to rub in with reassurance no repeat is reasonably-feared and a paddle for use on Paco, whose poor performance to promptly pass on messages contributed most to the fee-mishap, only to see the ‘snooty sodomite’ self-soiling shamelessly, so instead of soothing he shall stat suffer suitable spanking on the ‘seat of wisdom’ spot opposite the supposed Sodomite’s seed-self-service-spot.
Still, Radek counts himself incredibly lucky here: he can learn to time and execute his seed-stick-self-relief discretely to House norms, and lowly-lout-lower-limbs-lividly-licked learn life lessons from his spanking betters, but(t) without superfluous floggings down the ranks, only suffer sorrily-sore-seat-scorching for his own sins and stupidty.